I was looking through some old notebooks earlier and came across this poetic masterpiece. Actually I'm not sure if it was meant to be a ribald poem or a song. It could probably work either way. But it made me laugh and I had to share it...
JENNY LEE AND THE PREACHER'S SON
Well now Jenny Lee she was a hooker
She made about a grand a night
But Jenny, she weren't no looker
She could give a man one hell of a fright
We used to wonder how she stayed so busy
Good Lord, she was almost rich
The other gals on the corner didn't like her
They all called her a skanky old witch
One night Jenny Lee was out working
Making a midnight run
She was just gettin' done with a client
Got a call from Reverend Simmons' son
He said, "Jenny Lee, you know I been lookin'
"Been admirin' your stuff from afar
"And I'm hungry for what you got cookin'
Could you meet me in a half of an hour?"
She said, "Ben Simmons, I just don't believe it
"Mister, you should be ashamed
"Don't you care 'bout your reputation?
"Why you wanna play this game?"
"I ain't nothin' like my daddy",
He said, "Sometimes I gets me an itch
"And my daddy's money can't scratch it
"Besides, he's a son of a bitch"
Now Jenny's jaw dropped wide opened
Said "Simmons you just crossed the line"
Said "Your daddy's money can't scratch your itch
"But it sure as hell can scratch mine!"
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